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Chapter 179 - 179 Venomous Lips

Chapter 179: Venomous Lips Chapter 179: Venomous Lips Both princesses drew their bows, releasing arrow after arrow.

Ebere, fueled by determination and last minute advice, shot with precision and focus.

Chimeg, though skilled, was more naturally attuned to horseback archery than stationary shooting.

As the match progressed, Ebere’s shots consistently hit closer to the bullseye.

Chimeg’s were good, but not good enough.

When the final arrow landed, Ebere had won.

Chimeg lowered her bow and gave a respectful nod.

“Well done.

You were better today.” Her lack of bitterness and effortless grace earned the admiration of the crowd, even those from other kingdoms.

Ebere, though satisfied with her win, could not ignore the unshaken confidence Chimeg still carried.

But for now, she had her victory.

The next match was between princess Anya and Ebere.

Ebere stood tall, determined to carry her kingdom’s pride.

But Princess Anya of Haran was unfazed, her posture steady, her expression unreadable.

The match began.

Anya moved with fluid precision, releasing each arrow effortlessly.

Her technique was near perfect, and her arrows consistently struck dead center.

Ebere tried to keep up, but her shots wavered slightly under the pressure.

She was not bad, far from it, but Anya was simply on another level.

By the final shot, it was clear.

Anya had won, effortlessly.

The crowd murmured in awe.

“So this is why Haran refused to compete earlier… they were saving their strength.” “Ebere did well, but there was no contest.” “Anya makes archery look like an art form.” Ebere clenched her jaw, frustrated.

She hated losing, especially like this.

Anya, ever composed, gave her a small nod of respect before walking away to prepare for her match against Princess Cha, leaving Ebere standing there, grappling with the bitter taste of defeat.

The arena fell silent as Princess Anya of Haran and Princess Cha of Dixan stepped forward.

This was the match everyone had been waiting for, the composed warrior from Haran against the pride of Dixan, the kingdom of archery.

Cha’s reputation preceded her.

She had trained in archery since childhood, her form flawless and her technique near perfection.

Anya, on the other hand, remained an enigma, cold, unreadable, and seemingly unaffected by pressure.

The competition began.

Cha’s first shot landed precisely at the center, and the crowd roared in approval.

She moved with confidence, each arrow slicing through the air with precision.

Anya responded in kind.

Her movements were smooth, calculated, and efficient.

Each shot met its mark, matching Cha arrow for arrow.

The tension escalated.

Shot after shot, neither missed the bullseye.

“Dixan’s princess is truly remarkable!” one spectator murmured.

“But Anya… she is not shaken at all.

It is like she doesn’t even feel pressure.” With only one shot remaining, they were tied.

Cha exhaled and took her shot.

Her arrow hit the exact center, perfect.

The crowd erupted.

Anya, unfazed, pulled back her bowstring and released.

A hush fell over the arena.

Her arrow split Cha’s arrow in half, proving her precision and securing her victory.

A narrow victory.

The audience gasped.

“Unbelievable… Cha lost?” “By such a tiny margin!

If this had gone on any longer, it could have been anyone’s win!” Cha, ever dignified, exhaled slowly.

She turned to Anya and gave a small nod, acknowledging the well fought battle.

Anya simply returned the nod, expression still unreadable.

Then, without a word, she walked away, leaving the spectators to murmur in awe.

The Ice Beauty of Haran had claimed victory even against Dixan!

That cold, unfeeling beauty intrigued Nnenna.

There was something about Princess Anya, her unwavering focus, her icy detachment, that made Nnenna want to break past the frost and see what lay beneath.

But from the way Anya carried herself, it was clear that thawing that ice would take time.

The competitions ended with grand applause, awards were given out, and soon, the excitement of the day faded as everyone retired to their chambers.

Inside Ebere’s room, frustration twisted in her chest.

Even after the king had given her the chance to prove herself, the whispers remained.

People still thought Nnenna was better.

It gnawed at her pride, the way they spoke of her sister like she was the brightest star in Lionara, while she, Ebere, the first princess, was just a dim reflection.

She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clenched into fists.

Was she the problem?

Did she need more training?

More strategy?

She thought about it for hours, but no matter how much she reasoned, the conclusion remained the same.

“Maybe I’m just not as good as Nnenna after all…” she muttered, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through her usually poised demeanor.

Her personal maid, who had been silently tending to the room, stopped in her tracks.

She rolled her eyes but kept her expression neutral before stepping closer.

Leaning slightly, she whispered in a honeyed voice, “Princess, you mustn’t think that way.

You are better than your sister.

You always have been.

The only reason she shines is because she plays tricks, clever illusions to make herself seem greater than she really is.” Ebere blinked, her frustration shifting into something sharper.

“Tricks?” she repeated, her voice laced with curiosity and a growing edge of suspicion.

The maid nodded, a knowing smile curving her lips.

“Think about it, Your Highness.

If she were truly better, why did she need to train in secret?

Why does she always seek to overshadow you?

You deserve to stand at the top.

The throne’s first princess should never be second to anyone, not even her own sister.” “Really, Tricks?” Ebere asked again, still surprised.

She had never seen her sister using any tricks, just skill, effort, and natural talent.

Her maid, who had been watching her closely, leaned in, eyes gleaming with a conspiratorial glint.

“Oh, but she does!

She just loves the spotlight too much.

If she weren’t so desperate to shine, she wouldn’t secretly train behind everyone’s backs.

That’s why she’s ahead of you.

It’s selfish… and honestly?

It’s unfair.” ——————- What do you think of the novel?

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